Xiao Tian had now appeared inside a building that looked very ancient. Tall stone pillars soared with fine cracks along each side, and the dust-covered walls appeared untouched by human hands for decades. Yet, despite its neglected appearance, a faint ancient Divine aura slowly flowed through the air, indicating that this place was no ordinary building. As he appeared, several people from outside the building rushed toward him. Their steps were hurried, but there were no signs of danger. They all looked at Xiao Tian with strange expressions, their brows furrowed, especially upon seeing Xiao Tian’s tattered, worn clothes stained with patches of dried blood. Xiao Tian observed each of their gazes, but he didn’t feel alert. His mind remained calm because from the aura they emitted, he could tell their strength was very weak. They were no different from the cultivators in the Qinwu Realm, and some were even weaker than those he had encountered before. “Did I teleport to the wrong place

Bai Loe’s legs trembled, as did the others. Some had already collapsed, their knees weak; others held their breath as if they could somehow deny reality. One of the girls even covered her face, suppressing a panic-stricken sob she couldn't contain. They realized… death was no longer distant. It stood behind their shoulders, breathing their breath, awaiting its turn. Xiao Tian didn't respond to Bai Loe; he continued to stare at the approaching Huelang City army. His gaze was calm. His eyes were like lifeless stones. No tremor. No change in his expression. As if the thousands of troops before him were nothing more than dust passing on the wind. “Which scoundrel dared to kill our young master, right in our own warehouse?!” A very dominant, aged voice boomed from the sky. From afar, an old yet sharp aura, felt like a cutting blade, appeared. A figure in long robes emerged from the center of the formation. His steps were steady, his shoulders broad, his face like granite. His eyes sw

Silence once again filled the cave. The faint light of the isolation formation surrounded the walls, containing the energy fluctuations from escaping. Blue and white lights flickered softly, like stars trapped in that small space. For a full day, Xiao Tian didn't move from his spot. He focused his mind, regulated his breathing, absorbing the effects of dozens of pills and various other rare resources. Waves of compressed energy continuously rolled around him, swirling around his body and then disappearing into his pores. The space around him seemed to vibrate gently, indicating that this recovery was not only physical, but also involved the stability of his dantian foundation. Several energy veins in the air began to glow brightly, radiating like lit wicks, then disappearing into his body. When the energy from the last pill was completely absorbed, the air pressure around him dropped drastically. Everything became silent, as if the world held its breath. Once his body was recovered

Xiao Tian continued to listen to the people's conversation. His hands clenched, his blood boiling. “That scoundrel Qiu Chanfeng needs a lesson for daring to approach Sister Ziyan Rouxi!” he thought. “Hahaha, boy! Are you jealous? It seems that Qiu Chanfeng is very famous; even people who aren't from the center of the galaxy, and from different galaxies, know him. As for you, you're a young man who doesn't even dare to walk with your identity. It seems that little girl is indeed more suitable for Qiu Chanfeng,” Leihuo Dashi teased. “Shut up! Now stop mocking me like you don't know my burden! You should help me increase my realm. Although Qiu Chanfeng is only a 12th-rank True God, he could increase his realm by eight ranks, and he could break through the realm's limit. That means he could increase his realm to become a fifth-rank Immortal God. With his fighting power, defeating an eighth-rank Immortal God is not impossible. As for me, facing a third-rank Immortal God is already half t

The Heavenly Sword Holy House was currently filled with visitors; people from all corners of the Heavenly Sword Galaxy had come. Many people from other galaxies were also present. The sacred sword title selection event was more dazzling than the strongest young generation competition of the Xiao Clan. Xiao Tian wasn't surprised by this. The strongest young generation event of the Xiao Clan was only for young cultivators in the Divine Lightning Fire Galaxy. The Heavenly Sword Holy House, on the other hand, was a gathering of the strongest sword masters in the eight Galaxies. And most cultivators used swords as their primary weapon. So it was natural that its allure attracted more interest. The sky above the Holy House area was clear, like a sheet of black mirror vibrating with hidden power. The atmosphere was filled with an invisible pressure, yet it felt piercing to the bone, as if the entire space was governed by the laws of the sword blade. The area around the Holy House transform